An invisible power descended, and the sea water within ten miles was instantly discharged, and then the sky and the earth were dark, and the dark clouds were churning in the sky.

Woo......

The strong wind sounded, like crying and complaining, and the yellow sand hit the sky, forming a strong sandstorm.

Whoosh ......

In the yellow sand, flying stones are like arrows.

"Run!" Mo Yao and Tang Jianqiu ran away desperately, their bodies covered in protective warfare poems, and the flying sand landed on the protective shield, making a thud of arrows falling on the shield.

Suddenly, a flying stone the size of a thumb belly flew in, silently piercing through the protective battle poem, and hit Mo Yao's left shoulder with a snap.

"Ah......h

Mo Yao was defenseless, screamed, stumbled back, looked down, the small stone actually pierced the shoulder, and Yu Guang saw that the bloody stone was still flying backwards.

Mo Yao broke out in a cold sweat, although the body of the human race was not as strong as the demon barbarian, but the body of the scholar was nourished by talent and energy, far beyond ordinary people, not to mention the dragon pattern rice, which made the body of the scholar of the Blood Mang Ancient Land far surpass the demon soldier and was close to the demon general.

However, doubts appeared in Mo Yao's heart, because the speed of the flying stone was not very fast, and it was impossible to penetrate his body, unless the stone had strange war poetry characteristics.

Mo Yao's mind immediately appeared in his mind "Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if it is not broken", and realized that the words "wear" and "break" may be the essence of the whole poem.

"The Three Realms of Hanlin are equivalent to the Great Confucian War Poems, we are here just because the aftermath is so terrifying, and the three-headed ancient demon king is in the center, a hundred times more difficult than us. This place is no longer something we can stay in!" Mo Yao fled as soon as he exited the poem, but as soon as he got on the war horse, a clear crack appeared in the protective war poem around him.

"This ...... My talent is obviously constantly providing strength for the display of protection, how can it be broken? Mo Yao looked at the yellow sand in front of him in horror and accelerated to escape.

The bear demon kings are hesitating, but there is always a flying stone flying out of the dust, as long as they can't dodge. That stone can easily make their bodies!

The Bear Demon Kings were all terrified, everyone knew that the war poems of the Confucian level were worlds apart from those of the scholars, but a stone completely ignored their protection, it was really terrifying.

"Let's hide first!" Xiong Kun and Xiong Xuan turned around and ran, and the other Bear Demon Kings hurriedly followed.

Xiong Tu shouted: "What are you doing, the Ancient Demon King will definitely kill Fang Yun, and we will definitely win!"

Xiong sneered: "Don't dream, the ancient demon king is simply the mud demon king who crosses the river and can't protect himself, hey...... Fang Yun is too ruthless, the next time I see him, I must run as far as I can!" Xiong Sha's left hind leg was pierced by a stone, and he limped away.

Xiong Tu glanced at the gray sandstorm ahead. Had to start backing up.

At the very center of the sandstorm, the three-headed ancient demon king roared wildly.

The yellow sand in the sky continued to hit their bodies, causing their qi and blood to dissipate frantically, and the qi and blood they consumed now per breath were a hundred times that of the previous attack on the scholars.

It was as if a large hole had appeared in the sky above them, and yellow sand was constantly pouring downward.

The terrifying thing is that the yellow sand attacks every part of their body, which makes their qi and blood consumption reach the limit.

This is the power of "wearing", grinding through every part!

The place where the three-headed ancient demon king is located. Not only the yellow sand is in the sky, but there are also stones flying from all directions.

Those stones completely ignored their qi and blood protection, and easily penetrated their hard skin. After all, the body of the Ancient Demon King was too powerful, and these stones could penetrate the bodies of the Bear Demon King and the scholars. But if you can't penetrate the body of the three-headed ancient demon king, you will stay in the body.

These stones all contained a strange kind of heaven and earth vitality, and staying in the body would prevent the flesh and blood from healing, and the three-headed ancient demon king had to consume additional qi and blood to force the stones out.

Stones were constantly shooting into their bodies. Stones were constantly removed, and the whole process was endless, and the blood holes in their bodies could never be healed. Constantly consumes qi and blood.

"My treasure!" roared the Australopithecus King, the spiked gauntlets on his arms had been worn through by the yellow sand in a short period of time, and had become waste!

"My armor has also been scrapped!"

"My claws are only half cut off, what should I do? This damn Fang Yun, ordinary Confucian war poems can't help me at all, but this war poem seems to be specifically aimed at us with rough skin and thick flesh, and it contains the righteousness accumulated by the righteous qi pen, we can't resist it!"

"Do you want to retreat? How can the ancient demon clan be forced to retreat by just Hanlin!

"In that case, let's sacrifice the life limit!"

"Okay! as long as the sacrifice is extended, our body will be promoted to a temporary king demon body, which is enough to resist this kind of war poem!"

"Sacrifice!"

The three-headed ancient demon king roared in unison, and saw that their eyes became dim, but their bodies suddenly swelled in a circle, all the stones in their bodies were discharged, and the wounds on their bodies healed in the blink of an eye.

On the surface of their bodies, there was an extra layer of yellow and clear light, which seemed to have been tempered by divine fire and polished for thousands of years, round and smooth, containing an indestructible aura.

"The influence of the yellow sand on us has become smaller, and the stones can't penetrate the king's light!"

"Although this king's light is only a prototype and has not really taken shape, it is enough to make them helpless! ”

However, in the gray sand and dust in front of them, Fang Yun's voice was heard.

"Flying sand and flying stones, this is just the beginning!"

As soon as Fang Yun's words fell, all the war poems of the scholars attacked, these war poems were without exception, all the attacks had a certain penetration, some war poems formed flying arrows in the sky, some war poems formed endless spears, some war poems formed chaotic sword piercing, and some war poems formed a line of light blades......

The Ancient Demon King saw these ordinary bachelor battle poems flying in, and rushed forward indifferently, but in the blink of an eye, an incredible scene appeared.

Puff puff puff......

The sound of weapons piercing flesh and blood sounded densely, but in the blink of an eye, the three-headed ancient demon king's whole body was filled with all kinds of weapons, and some weapons even went straight into the flesh and blood, destroying their internal organs.

Endless pain spread throughout the body, and the Ancient Demon King could endure the pain of this body, but they couldn't accept this reality!

The three-headed ancient demon king completely forgot about the battle, and looked down at the war poetry weapons on his body, how could he not imagine why these war poetry weapons could penetrate the king's light.

The impact of these weapons is not only as simple as consuming qi and blood, but also the ligaments, bones, veins, and all other parts of their bodies that can transmit power, are all damaged or even interrupted!

Their legs and feet were cut off one after another, and their bodies were broken into pieces one after another, and their recovery speed could no longer keep up with the speed of destruction of the war poems.

The three-headed ancient demon king's eyes widened, and he slowly tilted unwillingly, and fell to the ground, even if he was as powerful as the ancient demon, he couldn't attack anyone at this moment.

It was only at this time that the three-headed ancient demon king understood that the real power of this war poem was not the yellow sand and stones, but the battlefields formed by Qinghai, Snow Mountain, Yellow Sand, Yumen Pass, and so on!

"I'm afraid these ancient demons won't understand that this battle poem is not formed by wind and sand, but by the holy land of soldiers who have condensed the souls of countless human races!" Wei Huang'an's voice drifted in the wind and sand.

(To be continued.) )